If it helped any, the last thought on Elsa's mind was pheromones. She could do plenty of enjoying this hug for the both of them. Fearlessly so, thanks to him.

And after what was a good, long moment of hugging, she started laughing softly.

"I can feel your shirt," she informed him. In case he had been wondering what the laughing was about. "And now I can feel your hair."

This was a big deal. So help her, she was a big fan of Barry's hair, okay? If her hand just so happened to move upward so that she could run her fingers through it, just once, what of it?

"And now," she leaned back a little, giving him a mischievous smile, "I can feel..."

She would have finished that with, 'your lips,' but it was difficult to speak when you were leaning forward in order to steal another quick kiss.